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the warmth of the fire had become a welcomed reprieve to cold limbs. winning brought warmth to the body but slowly it would leech away until they all came back to this 'paradise'. king had sat on the log and enjoyed the solace that being the only one in the campfire. a noise brought his attention from the firelight to the stranger that came into view. he looked familiar. someone he may have seen on the news? a celebrity from another country. he wondered if the man was new or just an old soul that had wandered to this place. ❛ welcome to 'ell. the name's david. come grab a slice of log, mate. ❜

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how would akina kiss your muse ? ♡ / @idolpyre

 keys drop into the silver bowl , she knows minjun came to stay the night after a meeting with the media so it doesn't startle her when he turns off the television and turns to watch her with a concerned frown ; blood dried on hands , on her pale skirt that hugs her thighs tightly . she gets rid of the stilettos while she walks toward the couch near him and when she plops on it to bring her feet up on the table , he can see the bruised ring around her ankle . it will be fine , if he's kind enough to bring her what she needs for a few days . korean pop isn't a safe place , and some fans get too serious about threatening a member . akina knew that the guy who yelled that he'll kill minjun in the next concert wasn't just a guy — well he is dead now , and it didn't matter . him and his boss , his bodyguards . akina has to check up on hiroshi in the hospital tomorrow , poor guy . ❛ it's not mine . ❜ not all of them . minjun gets a crooked smile , exhausted , head resting against the back of the couch as she stares at him ; he looks cute with eyes widened in worry . eventually she reaches up to pinch his cheek , then steal his soda can . ❛ you should get better guards for your concerts . ❜ whispered with one index finger pointing at minjun as she takes a sip from the soda . no one can hurt him , no one can touch him .

VERY MUCH INSIDE . thank you . bre eding ? yeah , unfortunately , even though she literally never ever says it trust me she'll like it inside . her mouth and herself dhjska . but she also can't deny that she looks pretty with it all over her face so idk .

Lara took a minute to find her bearings. The fall hadn’t caused much damage, but she’d definitely struck the cave wall somewhere on the way down; her head was pounding, and the skin on her arms covered in angry, swollen welts. No active bleeding, though. At least not externally.

“I’m fine.” Not entirely true — the rope had pulled tight around her waist, and she was struggling to breathe. No way to loosen the knot with her dangling from it either, but she saw no handholds in the dark, and the shaft was too tight to manoeuvre her axe. “Point your light down, please?”